A/N: Here is another chapter. I'm actually impressed that I got one out this fast what with summer school and laziness. All of your reviews have given me so much inspiration and motivation. For that, I thank you all very much! Oh yeah, I also broke 100 reviews, which is a great thing for me. Since I could not do any of this without support, I was thinking of writing some side thing or another. As for the subject matter, I thought I would leave that up to you, the readers. So, as you read through this chapter, come up with ideas you would like to see in a fic and I will see what I can do. Not much as thanks, or if you would even want that, but I truly am grateful.

Anyhoo, this chapter was kind of fun to write. A couple of swear words here and there and that's about it for warning. So, please read and enjoy!

I don't own FFVII

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If ever there were words one did not want to hear from a certain redhead Turk, it was "That can't be good" plus or minus the "yo" part. Rude felt himself tense up as Reno pointed at the Commander Veld. He was subtly scanning the room with tense features. Rude took up a position next his partner and slightly in front of Rufus. It did not take long for the other vigilant Turks to notice the mounting tension.

The party went on blissfully unaware as to the now anxious set of Turks. But eventually, even the tipsy party-goers noticed something was wrong when all the lights turned off.

"Smart move I suppose."

Rude ignored the redhead as he readied himself. There was now a fairly noisy murmur and the sound of the president trying to calm down his guests. As he scanned the room, there was no way for the large Turk to see what was happening. The lack of a full moon and the overall hooded design of the building prevented any light from passing through. Rude felt something brush against his sleeve and was able to make out Reno who was scanning the room.

"Here they come, yo."

He studied his partner or rather, just his eyes as that was about the only thing he could distinctly make out. A pale glow emanated from the redhead's eyes. Rude instantly thought of a cat. In actuality, he figured he was just about on the mark too since his partner could apparently see what was happening while he was left in the dark, literally.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! I hope you are all enjoying the president's spectacular party. However, I am afraid I have to end the party a little earlier than anticipated."

A loud masculine voice echoed throughout the large room and the general murmurs of the crowd made it impossible for Rude to determine the location. He was about to check with Reno when he noticed there was no longer anybody next to him. Whipping his head around, he was relieved to see the outline of Rufus. Then, another noise alerted him of more dangers as the now silent ballroom let him hear the dull thuds of footsteps as they encircled the perimeter.

"It would be best if everybody would cooperate. This is especially true for SOLDIER and most of all, the ShinRa lapdogs, the Turks. By now, any personal belongings such as accessories and PHS units are being collected. If you do resist, or somebody imagines themselves a hero, I am afraid drastic measures must be taken."

As he finished, Rude heard the unmistakable clicking of a gun the following sound of a bullet being fired off into an overhead light. A unanimous scream from the sound and shards of lighting waved through.

"Now everybody stay calm and let us do our job."

There was a flurry of whimpers from the crowd as the attackers began frisking the guests and taking anything of value. Rude chanced a glance back at Rufus now that his eyes were beginning to adjust to the lighting or lack thereof. The young heir was calmly leaning against the bar counter behaving as though nothing were amiss. Rude decided he really did run with an odd crowd.

"Keep still and don't move."

A gruff, somewhat raspy voice approached Rude and forcefully placed his hand on his shoulder while jamming a gun in his back. His assailant than began to frisk him taking his gun, PHS, and anything else he deemed threatening. The only thing that stuck out as odd for him was that the attacker took his fountain pen. Rude was positive that his pen was nothing special and he knew for a fact he could not take down a whole squad of armed men with a single pen. Then again, who knew what this person was thinking. As an interesting train of thought, Rude, for some reason or another, thought about his partner and the redhead's fascination with it.

"Come with me. All Turks, over here."

A gun nudged against his back and was led to the front where he was forced to sit. Next to him were Victoria and Shanon. In addition were Tseng and Veld along with all the other Turks.

"Four more in the room."

Rude tilted his head lightly as the attacker mumbled somewhat loudly as he stepped away. He then glanced over at all the Turks and counted. He was positive he knew everybody or at least, he recognized them. Everybody was accounted for. Then, he suddenly understood the situation.

"Boss, all the Turks are here."

Their captor called out to the man who was apparently their leader.

"Good. Now grab the president's brat."

"Got it Boss."

The lackey checked the group once more and then walked off. As he did, Rude felt a couple of objects fall in his lap. He examined the object and was stumped as to why he was now holding Reno's goggles. He was interrupted in his thoughts by Tseng who lightly nudged him in the arm.

"Night vision."

Rude studied them again and then subtly slipped them on. Tseng tapped the side and then, he was able to see what was happening. Looking around with as little movement as possible, he was able to count out four armed men. Two were at the back whispering about something. It ended when one of them ran off. Night vision was a wonderful thing though Rude briefly wondered why the redhead would need it if he could see in the dark naturally. However, this was not the place to amuse such thoughts.

"One ran back, sir. Another one is approaching."

"Take him down then."

"Yessir."

As one of the masked men approached, Rude grabbed the man's leg and pulled. He fell and before any major noise could be made, Rude neatly snapped the man's neck. He quickly looked around and was glad the leader had not noticed anything as he was still occupied with another lackey.

The other Turks quickly disarmed him and then shoved the body into the corner. Rude pulled out his newly acquired PHS when it began buzzing. He flipped it open and checked the message. It had the two words, "Lights" and "Nightvision." Rude did not have much time to react.

"Crap."

Rude whipped off the goggles and none too late before there was a hum and the lights came back on.

"What the hell?!"

The two remaining men screeched in pain as the sudden flood of light blurred their sensitive night vision equipment. Rude took the opportunity to fire off the gun he took from the fallen man and managed to take out the remaining two. Veld quickly ordered the guests to stay down as more armed men came in to see what the problem was.

"Duck!"

The bald Turk hit the floor as another gunshot rang out. Victoria dropped another attacker that charged at Rude. He stood back up and began looking for the others.

"Rude, go check on Reno. Everybody else, spread out cover the entrances and exits!"

The larger Turk nodded at Victoria as he passed by and smiled a little when he saw she ditched her heels and apparently used them to lay an attacker out cold.

He ran into the back towards the bar to find Rufus missing. Then, he ran into the back hallway and looked around trying to decide where the redhead would be. Rude then determined that he should try the stairs and go to the basement since that was the most likely place that would hold the light generator.

When he entered the stairwell, he knew he was going the right way when he heard yelling down below. Taking two or three steps at a time, Rude sped down and paused as he approached a single door labeled "Generator." Checking his weapon again, he kicked in the door and fired.

Two men fell immediately when he burst in. Rude assessed the situation and voted on finding cover. There were large pipes leading around the room and the space between them and the wall was as good a cover as anything else in the room. He did not think twice before jumping over and ducking behind them.

"Good of ya to join us, yo!"

He did not know what to think when he looked to his side saw none other than Reno and Rufus. The redhead was back in his suit, but now had it looking like his everyday uniform. The tie mysteriously disappeared all together. Rufus on the other hand, was as impeccably neat as always. They both had their guns drawn and looked more than amused with the situation.

"How are things top-side?"

"Fine."

"Is my father dead?"

"Ya sick freak. Let's get outta here before wishin' your old man dead, yo."

Rufus glanced at the redhead who was continually blowing stray strands of hair out of his eyes.

"On the contrary, I was merely concerned about Father's condition."

"He's fine."

"That's good."

Despite what he said, Rufus did not seem very sincere. Then again, he did not seem like a very sincere type of person. Reno rolled his eyes as he ejected an empty magazine and snapped in a new one.

"Watch him…And, you, better not shoot me."

He pointed a finger at Rufus who tried to look as innocent as possible creating a small chuckle from the redhead as he then blew another chunk of hair out of his face. Rude then remembered the goggles he had. He pulled them out of his pocket and offered them up to the redhead. Reno gratefully took them from him and hung them on his neck. Then, he brought the lenses upward to rest against his forehead, pushing his hair back as he did. The goggles acted like a hair band and kept most of his hair from falling back over his face except for a few small chunks of hair. Now, he looked like he usually did. His flaming red hair looked like a mess.

"Fun, fun, let's go."

Reno deftly leaped over their hiding spot and began ducking and weaving while randomly firing off his gun at the few men left. As he did, Rude and Rufus peered over and shot anybody in their line of sight.

"Clear this way, yo."

Rude and Rufus both stood up and chased after the redhead with the larger Turk bringing up the rear. They quickly climbed the stairs and found Reno standing protectively in the doorway leading to the back hall.

"Grab him!"

There was a loud crash as one of the last attackers stumbled out of the main ballroom. Victoria came after him and yelled to Reno."

"Got it!"

The redhead sprinted off with an incredible burst of speed and easily closed the gap. The man who was fleeing tried to pull a gun, but Reno was too quick and tackled him. He squirmed, making it difficult for Reno to hold him down.

"Move!"

Reno heard it and barely had time to roll away and avoid a metal rod slamming down on his head. Instead, it made contact with the attacker's head effectively stopping his squirming. Victoria huffed as she stood victorious over her prey.

"What now bitch?!"

Rude came over and helped his partner stand up while staring blankly at the female Turk. Reno eyed her in amusement.

"My, my, remind me never to get on her bad side, yo."

That seemed to snap her out of her adrenaline fueled reverie. Her hand flew up to her mouth and began blushing profusely.

"W-well, h-he…He asked for it!"

Reno, Rufus, and Rude stared at her silently. She began to blush an even darker crimson.

"Rude knows! I told him that if another guy tries to feel me up was going to get some lead! Oh dear, I'm so, so sorry sir!"

She deeply bowed to Rufus who made a casual waving gesture dismissing her entirely.

"Stop bowing. Let's go."

"Sir."

As always, he coolly and calmly ordered all three Turks. Rude grabbed the now unconscious man by the back of his shirt and dragged him along.

When they entered the main room again, the guests were being led out in an orderly manner with the president still at the front talking with all guests passing by.

Tseng trotted up to them and checked over Rufus.

"Are you alright sir?"

"I'm fine."

"Very good. This way please."

He led the younger Shinra away as the commander walked up. Veld studied the unconscious man and nodded his head.

"Good work…And a good job to you young lady."

Victoria blushed and bowed in thanks. He then motioned for a couple of SOLDIER to take their captive away.

"I see your suit didn't last long."

Reno looked down and examined his clothing.

"My tie made a noble sacrifice. You can find it in the balcony along with one of these guys, yo."

Rude and Victoria stared at the redhead who shrugged and crossed his arms.

"Didn't I always say it was like wearin' a noose?"

The commander let out a soft snort and shook his head.

"Whatever the case, you three can expect a bonus in the next paycheck for your outstanding work."

"Sir."

The three Turks saluted as Veld nodded his had again and walked off to join the president.

"Would ya look at that, yo."

Reno pointed towards the president who was currently keeping an arm around his son's shoulders smiling. Rufus was also smiling though it looked a little strained.

"What a show. Ah well, good PR I guess."

The larger Turk had to agree. Anybody who saw or heard the two behind locked doors would know it was all just a show for the remaining guests. Both were probably wishing each other dead, at least for Rufus. If President Shinra was concerned about his son, it was not out of love, but the prospect of losing a potential heir and investment.

"You shouldn't say things like that."

Victoria scolded Reno who shrugged. However, before he could say anything, Shanon came up.

"It's not exactly a secret. C'mon, Palmer and Scarlet are leaving."

"Right. See you guys around."

She waved as she followed behind the two executives. Slowly, the remaining Turks left with the remaining heads of the company. This was not sitting great with Reno who was visibly fidgeting and twitching.

"Why can't they leave like everybody else? Let's get outta here."

The redhead was rocking back and forth on his feet with his hands stuffed into his pockets. Rude placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him still. It was making the few remaining guests nervous and he did not want the president on their case. Seeing as how Reno still managed to keep moving something, Rude tried to distract him.

"Where did you get those goggles anyways?"

Reno froze in his spot as he suddenly looked deep in thought.

"Wait…uh, oh yeah, the development department or whatever they are. They made 'em up, yo."

"…Why do you have them?"

"Um, because they gave 'em to me?"

He looked up questioningly at Rude seeming much like a child hoping they got the right answer. The larger Turk refrained from shaking his head as he shifted the weight in his stance.

"Nobody else has them."

"Oh. Yeah, they're kinda special. 'Sides, nobody else ever asked, yo!"

Still keeping the president and Rufus in his sights he secretly congratulated himself on keeping his partner in check. An amused grin made its way onto Reno's face as he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Heh, I was bored one day and decided to explore a bit…Ends up, I stumbled, literally, into the weapon and accessory department of development. All kinds of freaky geeks down there, but pretty nice guys."

"And they just decided to make you night vision goggles?"

"Yup. I asked 'em why they couldn't make night vision in something smaller than what the MPs use or even SOLDIER. I suppose that struck a nerve or something, 'cause before I know it, I get called down there and they presented me with these."

He motioned to the goggles perched on his forehead and grinned.

"Or maybe they just really liked me!"

Rude could not help but smile just a little bit at his partner's enthusiasm and demeanor. He stole a quick glance at Reno and then thought about something that was off with the goggles.

"Why do you need night vision?"

"…Um…It's cool?"

Reno crossed his arms and tilted his head thoughtfully, then scratched his head.

"Huh, never thought about that. I guess I really don't need it, huh? Oh well, they're cool, and that is definitely what matters, yo."

He absentmindedly began to gently rub at the pale scar under his right eye. Rude looked down at him and noted that the two scars under his eyes were healing nicely and would probably not leave much of a mark. As he studied his partner's features, a small flicker of color flitted in his eyes as he smirked.

"Hey, I can see in the dark!"

"…"

Rude stared flatly at Reno who looked back at him questioningly. The redhead shrugged defensively.

"Hey, don't look at me like that! I just don't pay attention to it that often; not too many people ever bring it up. I dunno, I guess I take it for granted or somethin'? Whatever, yo. Point is, I can see in the dark and you can't, nya!"

At that last little noise he spit out of tongue petulantly causing a smirk to cross Rude's features. The small indication of emotion out of him seemed to make the redhead uneasy since he began staring defensively at the larger Turk.

"…Stop starin' at me! I'm tellin' ya, cut it out, yo!"

The bald Turk ignored the small stream of outbursts from his partner and turned his attention back to the president and Rufus. He heard his partner huff a little and settled down a bit. Deeming it okay to make eye contact again, Rude chanced a glance at the redhead again and start up the conversation up where it left off.

"…Why does mako do that?"

"It does a lot of jacked up crap. Which one ya talkin' about, seein' in the dark?"

A small nod confirmed Reno's guess. He put on another thoughtful expression as he ran his hand continually through his hair.

"Um, I think it has somethin' to do with the mako affectin' the retina where those, uh, cone and rod thingy's are."

Rude imagined that Reno would make for an entertaining science teacher. He would brilliantly teach the class about the "cone and rod thingy's."

"Anyways, those, uh…cones…no, rods, yeah, rods. They detect light photon junk stuff easily in the dark and whatnot. The mako makes 'em more sensitive and somehow or another, ya even have more of 'em than normal, so the eye's all extra sensitive. I think it even affects the cones too. Probably enhances those too, 'cause I don't really have a lapse in sight even with quick motion and I can still determine color somewhat."

Despite his less than eloquent speech, it made sense. Then again, Rude was having difficult remembering anatomy class and the eye. It all sounded vaguely familiar but it was not something he was willing to repeat anytime soon; not that he would tell anybody that. However, it seemed the redhead understood it perfectly fine but just told Rude what the most important things were without using any technical terms. It was very much Reno but made it somewhat difficult since he seemed to be under the assumption that Rude already knew the retinal structure.

"I think that's the gist of it. I got this really long explanation one time, but I don't really remember what they told me since it sounded like gibberish anyways."

He reached over and grabbing a chair, sat in it, or rather, slouched in it. He seemed to have calmed down a bit after their little conversation. If anything, now he looked like he was going to fall asleep any minute. After about a half hour of waiting, the last of the guests finally left indicating that it was about time for the remaining Turks to go home. Commander Veld gave some last minute directions to some SOLDIERs before falling behind the president along with Tseng.

As they passed by, Reno stood up and then trailed behind Rude who followed Rufus quietly. The small group of people made their way to the doors leading out and upon exiting; they were barraged with a flurry of flashes and yells. Rude thought that coming in was a major affair, but this blew their entrance out of the water. Apparently, word of the attack was already made known to the public and everybody was eager to know the gory details.

"Sheesh, good thing I ain't epileptic, yo."

Reno mumbled to himself as he pushed his way through the throng of people and took every opportunity to trip, knock over, or break cameras. They were all accidents though according to the redhead when addressed about it later. Rude shook his head at how reactive his partner was. Then again, he was tempted to throttle a few people but restrained himself admirably. It did not take long for the limousine to pull up.

"Well that was a fun party, can't wait for next year."

Tseng shot Reno a reproving glare telling him to shut up now as they took their seats within the vehicle. As the limousine pulled away, it was silent. The minute it was on the roads, the president dropped any sense of good nature and began yelling.

"What the hell was that?! I thought I hired you Turks to do your job! And what do you do? You let armed terrorists crash the party and make a mockery of me!"

President Shinra was red in the face as he continued to scream and yell and curse at the car's occupants. Rufus slowly scooted farther from his father most likely in an effort to preserve his hearing. Veld was sitting calmly as though nothing were wrong while Tseng was also sitting calmly except the younger Turk's jaw line was taught indicating his suppression of his emotions.

"How did they get in anyways?! Where the hell were you worthless people?! Weren't you supposed to keep these people away?!"

He pointed a stubby finger at Reno which did not seem like the best thing to do. The redhead did not seem very amused with the situation. Rude shifted uncomfortably next to him while Rufus smugly crossed his arms and watched with a mild, morbid curiosity. Reno opened his mouth and there was a collective intake of breath from the occupants.

"With all due respect sir, the terrorists were already inside before we got there. Therefore, you do not point the finger at the Turks when the fault lies with your fat ass excuse for a head of defense and his precious SOLDIERs. The Turks successfully apprehended the terrorists keeping damage to a minimal with no casualties, thus, doing our job, sir."

It was a different tone of voice than Rude was used to hearing from his partner. It held a steady and commanding finality to it that was a far cry from his usual relaxed attitude. Reno did not bat an eyelid as he stared straight on with the president. His demeanor indicated that he was not in any mood to humor noisy accusations, even from the president. The underlying challenging and accusatory tone was impossible to ignore. Veld remained calm though Rude could tell from his tense posture that he was prepared to take any action necessary to prevent any damage regardless of who it was.

"Shifting the blame Turk?"

The president growled at the redhead also in a dangerously foul mood. It seemed as though the two had now locked horns and were trying to get the advantage.

"No, I am merely stating that the blame cannot be put on the Turks. Maybe we should have seen it happening, but we didn't. Regardless, we stopped them from causing any harm to you or your son and we have their leader alive and in custody…So, I'm just sayin'…ya don't got to shout at us, yo."

Reno relaxed and slouched in his seat. Rude glanced nervously from the redhead back to the president. He knew his partner was in a bad mood, but to stand up to the president was asking for death. He seriously began wondering if his partner had some kind of death wish to keep pushing the envelope like that. The president clenched his jaw together and stared pointedly at the Turk who seemed completely oblivious to his boss in every way.

"Are you telling me what to do Turk?"

Not so much as glancing at the president, Reno remained staring impassively out the window.

"Of course not. I'm just a lowly Turk and professional. It's just a professional suggestion."

All eyes turned to the president who maintained his stare but then looked away with a "hmph."

"I expect reasons for this attack and something be done about it."

"Sure thing mi capitan. There'll be plenty of results for ya."

The sudden change back into his usual carefree attitude seemed to satisfy the president enough as he remained silent. He was obviously still in a sour mood, but he was no longer yelling and saved the hearing of everybody in the vehicle. Rude let himself relax as did the others. Rufus shot the redhead an amused glance and was returned by a careless shrug. Tseng shook his head and Veld closed his eyes with a deep breath. The remaining trip home was in peaceful silence. Upon arriving, they crawled out of the vehicle and waited at attention for the president and his son.

"Veld, I expect results tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

The Turk saluted as the two Shinra's walked away. After the elevator doors closed, everybody relaxed. Tseng gently smacked Reno upside the head as he walked by.

"You're either genius or suicidal."

"Funny how they cross lines, yo."

Reno ran his hand through his hair and stretched tiredly as he walked towards the elevators.

"Though at the moment, I'm probably leanin' more towards the suicidal end."

Suddenly, a pink blur crashed into him and latched on to his jacket in a death grip.

"Suicide is not the way out, sir! Don't do anything stupid!"

Victoria than began crushing the redhead in a vice-like hug, seemingly restricting his breathing. Reno struggled in her deceptively powerful grip and did his best to calm her down even though his face was muffled in her chest and ample frills of her dress. Shanon walked over to her and patted her on the shoulder, coaxing her to let go.

"Reno will never stop doing stupid things, dear. As far as suicidal, he's not actually going to kill himself…right?"

"'Course not! I'm way too good lookin' and far too important to the Turks to die now. Besides, if I did die prematurely, it'd better be in a gloriously flashy manner preferably with a really big explosion taking out whoever I was fightin' with. Yup, that's the way I demand to go. Can't exactly achieve that if I just kill myself. Besides, all of ya would be thinkin' the same thing too if ya had to sit through that speech, yo...So I guess it's one of those exaggeration thingy's. No worries!"

He shrugged carelessly and smiled which seemed to be enough to calm Victoria down though she did begin to blush.

"Good…I suppose I should have heard the previous part of the conversations before jumping in…"

"Yeah, but that's okay. Good to know people care."

He flashed her a charming smile easing whatever other worries that had previously plagued her mind. Reno stood in his place smiling though rubbing his head unsure how to respond to the female Turk's sincerity. It was plain on his face that he had no idea how to respond to her. Then again, Victoria was very good at being genuine and letting it show. It seemed, to Rude anyways, a unique trait to posses in the Turks. That trait was also what made her so easy to get along with and others seemed to be drawn to her despite her shy personality and inferiority complex due to her brother. Victoria walked, with pure determination in her steps, to a chair and plopped down into it and sighed.

"Tonight was not fun at all…"

"You sound like Rneo."

Shanon chuckled and leaned against the wall next to Victoria. The redhead patted her on the shoulder.

"I dunno. Ya seemed to be enjoyin' yourself chasin' down our terrorist and thumpin' him like a bad game of whack-a-mole."

She smiled and giggled softly at the comparison. Then, she pulled the train of her dress up a bit and after fiddling with something, she pulled out her rod though it was in it's collapsed form. Victoria stroked it fondly.

"Well…I did kind of enjoy the adrenaline rush…Hee hee…I guess I've changed…I don't think I would have done that before…"

"Whatcha talkin' about? Ya didn't really change. The job's just bringin' out what ya always had in ya, darlin'. It's funny really. Being a Turk really brings out a person's personality, yo."

"You've always had personality, Reno."

The Turks were surprised when Tseng appeared next to them in the typical suit. He looked over at Victoria and Shanon.

"You two, go interrogate our new friend. I want to know who these people are and what they're planning. Shanon, show her how it's done."

"Sir!"

The two Turks stood up and saluted. As they were walking away, Tseng stopped them.

"Victoria, you might want to change."

The female Turk looked down at her gown and began blushing profusely. She pressed her hands to her flushed cheeks and made a deep bow.

"Right! Sorry, sir! I'll be right back!"

She sprinted for the elevators leaving the others to stare after her blankly. Rude shook his head.

"Still the same Victoria."

Reno chuckled and nodded towards Shanon.

"Have fun, yo. Hey, does that mean we can go now, boss person?"

Said boss person's left eye faintly twitched at the address but nodded once. Tseng stepped to the side without hesitation in order to avoid Reno's lanky arm as he stretched without much concern for the others around him.

"Good. I'm goin' to bed."

He slinked towards the elevator and pressed the up button. Rude saluted then joined his partner. The doors slid open and they stepped inside.

"I hope there isn't much to do tomorrow, yo…but since this happened…I doubt it…Damn it all…"

The redhead leaned against the wall and looked like he would fall asleep right then. Rude checked his watch. Even though the party was cut short, it was still after midnight. The doors finally slid open and the two Turks stepped out.

Rude pulled out his key and opened the door to the room and let Reno trudge through. Not even pausing to do anything, the redhead made a sluggish beeline for his room.

"Night."

Without waiting for a reply, he shut the door. Rude shook his head and shut the door to their apartment with a soft click. He made his way to his room and pulled off his jacket. Grabbing the hanger from the closet he meticulously hung up his suit and put on a shirt and some plain sweatpants. After brushing his teeth and laying out his PHS on the nightstand next to his bed, Rude stretched and got into bed. The minute his head hit the pillow, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

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A/N: How was it? I suppose I really shouldn't be posting things this late, but I had too. So due to the lateness and the fact that I am probably quite inept at the moment, I beg forgiveness for any mistakes. On a side note, the whole thing about the retina and all that is true. I wondered why there was that sparkle sometimes and so many fics have it that mako people can see well in the dark, I tried to think up a plausible reason. So I'm going to say that mako has mutagenic properties and affects the cones and rods thus affecting one's night vision. If your wondering why those things, I guess wikipedia would be a good place to look. I'm sure that it has some good info that better explains it than I can. Well, I'll call it a night and hope you all enjoyed reading it. Please let me know what kind of gift story I can do for all of you. Thanks so much!